R.E.D. Video (MV)
Performed By: Sleiman
Featuring: 6ix9ine, Gilli
Written by: Andrew Green, Daniel Hernandez, Sebastian Igens, Sleiman Sleiman, Tobias Horup
Sleiman - R.E.D. Lyrics
It's TR3YWAY
Sleiman
Iver (uh)
Ho thicker, diamonds on my neck flicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
Seven figures, got your bitches f*ckin' quicker
She want a picture, I tell her no, I know she bitter
Niggas cuttin' up on the internet
F*ck nigga, we ain't into that
We end up in your crib where your family at
Get turned into a blood show, niggas screamin' "Slatt"
I got the .40 on my hip, yeah, that's my stick, yeah
She wanna f*ck for a grip, yeah, on my blick yeah
Couple bands on my shit, yeah, I'ma rip, yeah
BBA with the shits, yeah, that's my clique, yeah (TR3YWAY)
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma f*ckin' kill him
Run up on him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Red bandana, walk it like I f*cking talk it
Piped up, nigga get to gunnin', gunnin'
Bust it, bust it, pull up in the black Benz
Clip for the .9's and the MAC-10's
Beefy on the molly, niggas want my money
But when they see me coming, I can see them niggas runnin'
I see them niggas runnin'
Let them niggas act, 'cause they bitches they be lovin', yeah
Blood time, blood rhyme, nigga, this is blood line
Niggas gettin' stupid, try to get by
El Flacko, Chapo, make this shit double
Ain't no movie, DJ Narco
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma f*ckin' kill him
Run up on him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Ey, brormand vi går hårdt ind, all in
Brormand de' bar' smålig
Hva' vi laver på en måned, laver de kun årligt
KOODA, BILLY, regnbue, slap af, ah
Stak sin' venner, ka' ikk' kom' tilbag'
Stakkerne vil ha' lidt mere, all' er relateret
Min bror han er varm seks-ni er i kvarteret (wouh)
Seks-ni er i kvarteret
Min bror laver gang-gang-gang, hvis de' flere
Men jeg' nede i Benahavís
Juu'en sparker ligesom Badr Hari
Folk snakker, brormand, men hva' har de?
Det går gang-gang-gang fra din fars bil
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma f*ckin' kill him
Run up on him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
TR3YWAY
Sleiman
Let that shit breathe
It's TR3YWAY
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It's TR3YWAY
Sleiman
Iver (uh)
Ho thicker, diamonds on my neck flicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
Seven figures, got your bitches f*ckin' quicker
She want a picture, I tell her no, I know she bitter
Niggas cuttin' up on the internet
F*ck nigga, we ain't into that
We end up in your crib where your family at
Get turned into a blood show, niggas screamin' "Slatt"
I got the .40 on my hip, yeah, that's my stick, yeah
She wanna f*ck for a grip, yeah, on my blick yeah
Couple bands on my shit, yeah, I'ma rip, yeah
BBA with the shits, yeah, that's my clique, yeah (TR3YWAY)
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma f*ckin' kill him
Run up on him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Red bandana, walk it like I f*cking talk it
Piped up, nigga get to gunnin', gunnin'
Bust it, bust it, pull up in the black Benz
Clip for the .9's and the MAC-10's
Beefy on the molly, niggas want my money
But when they see me coming, I can see them niggas runnin'
I see them niggas runnin'
Let them niggas act, 'cause they bitches they be lovin', yeah
Blood time, blood rhyme, nigga, this is blood line
Niggas gettin' stupid, try to get by
El Flacko, Chapo, make this shit double
Ain't no movie, DJ Narco
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma f*ckin' kill him
Run up on him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Ey, brormand vi går hårdt ind, all in
Brormand de' bar' smålig
Hva' vi laver på en måned, laver de kun årligt
KOODA, BILLY, regnbue, slap af, ah
Stak sin' venner, ka' ikk' kom' tilbag'
Stakkerne vil ha' lidt mere, all' er relateret
Min bror han er varm seks-ni er i kvarteret (wouh)
Seks-ni er i kvarteret
Min bror laver gang-gang-gang, hvis de' flere
Men jeg' nede i Benahavís
Juu'en sparker ligesom Badr Hari
Folk snakker, brormand, men hva' har de?
Det går gang-gang-gang fra din fars bil
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma f*ckin' kill him
Run up on him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
TR3YWAY
Sleiman
Let that shit breathe
It's TR3YWAY
Sleiman
Iver (uh)
Ho thicker, diamonds on my neck flicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
Seven figures, got your bitches f*ckin' quicker
She want a picture, I tell her no, I know she bitter
Niggas cuttin' up on the internet
F*ck nigga, we ain't into that
We end up in your crib where your family at
Get turned into a blood show, niggas screamin' "Slatt"
I got the .40 on my hip, yeah, that's my stick, yeah
She wanna f*ck for a grip, yeah, on my blick yeah
Couple bands on my shit, yeah, I'ma rip, yeah
BBA with the shits, yeah, that's my clique, yeah (TR3YWAY)
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma f*ckin' kill him
Run up on him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Red bandana, walk it like I f*cking talk it
Piped up, nigga get to gunnin', gunnin'
Bust it, bust it, pull up in the black Benz
Clip for the .9's and the MAC-10's
Beefy on the molly, niggas want my money
But when they see me coming, I can see them niggas runnin'
I see them niggas runnin'
Let them niggas act, 'cause they bitches they be lovin', yeah
Blood time, blood rhyme, nigga, this is blood line
Niggas gettin' stupid, try to get by
El Flacko, Chapo, make this shit double
Ain't no movie, DJ Narco
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma f*ckin' kill him
Run up on him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Ey, brormand vi går hårdt ind, all in
Brormand de' bar' smålig
Hva' vi laver på en måned, laver de kun årligt
KOODA, BILLY, regnbue, slap af, ah
Stak sin' venner, ka' ikk' kom' tilbag'
Stakkerne vil ha' lidt mere, all' er relateret
Min bror han er varm seks-ni er i kvarteret (wouh)
Seks-ni er i kvarteret
Min bror laver gang-gang-gang, hvis de' flere
Men jeg' nede i Benahavís
Juu'en sparker ligesom Badr Hari
Folk snakker, brormand, men hva' har de?
Det går gang-gang-gang fra din fars bil
MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma f*ckin' kill him
Run up on him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
TR3YWAY
Sleiman
Let that shit breathe
It's TR3YWAY
Writer: Andrew Green, Daniel Hernandez, Sebastian Igens, Sleiman Sleiman, Tobias Horup
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC